My Billionaire Husband

"What the hell are you talking about? I wasn't shot in my manhood," he shouted.

The man was Brian William, first heir to his family fortune. Although he had been in elite education since a child and had always been taught to conceal his real emotions, Brian couldn't help cursing as he spoke with this young physician.

He put his hand to his forehead and took a deep breath to calm himself down.

Brian couldn't hurt this doctor. After all, he was the last doctor specializing in men's health that Brian hadn't visited.

Ken had promised him that although Daniel Anderson was young, he was born in a family of traditional Chinese physicians who all specialized in men's health. Ken listed numerous examples of how Daniel had helped his patients to recover from impotence. It was said that his clinic was full of thank you presents from his past patients.

If Daniel had not been praised for his talent, why would Brian have ordered his men to kidnap such a young doctor?

"I don't care where you got shot! Just don't kill me, please!" Diana shouted and covered her head. She was hoping that if she pleaded with him, he might let her live.

Diana was only 21 years old and had always been well behaved. The most thrilling thing she had ever encountered was a policeman arresting a thief on a bus. And now this man was shooting a gun in front of her!

"Shut up! Or I will shoot you." Brian said with a cold voice. His patience was fast running out.

Diana immediately closed her mouth and looked at him with teary eyes.

Brian could tell that this doctor was a coward and said: "I was shot in my lower abdomen."

"Then why can't you get erect? Did somewhere else also get hurt? Or perhaps the problem is in your head?" Diana questioned. As a medical student, she was curious about his condition.

Hearing what she said, Brian thought that maybe this doctor was capable of healing him. He replied: "Those doctors and psychologists I visited before all told me that they couldn't find the cause and persuaded me to turn to traditional Chinese physicians. Tell me, can you heal me?"

"Of course, I can!" Diana answered without hesitation. In reality, she was very nervous, sweating, and shivering.

Brian was holding a pistol! How dare she say no?

"What is your treatment plan?" Brian squinted his eyes and gazed at Diana.

Clearing her throat, Diana used her brother's usual tone and said: "I have to feel your pulse first."

Hearing that, Brian reached out his hand, rolled up his white shirtsleeve, and put his strong, tanned wrist before Diana.

Diana placed two fingers on his wrist and began to feel his pulse. She pretended to ponder his symptoms, with slight head shaking and sighing.

Brian gazed at her and asked: "You should have used a cushion, shouldn't you?"

"Uh...I was brought by your people in a rush, so I wasn't well-prepared. Moreover, feeling the pulse without cushion is my family's expertise," Diana replied immediately in a professional tone.

Standing quietly, Brian clapped his hands, and the door opened at once. The young, mixed-race man came in. "Boss, what can I do for you?"

"Our traditional Chinese physician forgot to bring his equipment," Brian replied.

"We have prepared that," the young man said with a large, eye-catching smile.

A traditional Chinese medical kit was put on the table.

Diana stared at it. In the kit were various medical instruments, a cushion, a lancet, and so on. Although she knew what these instruments were, she had no idea how to use them.

In order to convince Brian that she was a traditional Chinese physician, Diana picked up a set of needles used for acupuncture.

"Well, let's begin with acupuncture," Diana said, touching her nose. She considered that acupuncture was the least harmful treatment she could offer that would still look professional. The man was strong and muscular; maybe acupuncture treatment wouldn't hurt him.

Diana went to wash her hands and paid no attention to the sound behind her. When she turned back, she was so shocked that she almost threw the needle away. "God! Why are you taking off your pants?" she shouted.

Brian was undoing his zipper. With his well-made suit trousers half off, his tanned abdominal muscles and the lurking V line came out clearly.

"Are you an exhibitionist?" Diana said. She immediately put up her hands to cover her eyes and squinted at his eight-pack through her fingers. His abdominal muscles were the perfect type that all women dream of touching. There was a scar on his stomach that looked like it had been made by a bullet.

"Aren't you going to insert your needle here?" Brian asked, pointing at his manhood. He had been visiting physicians specializing in men's health, and all those doctors had ordered him to remove his trousers first. So, he had simply started taking off his trousers automatically before the doctor.

"You can still wear your u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r," Diana answered shyly. She honestly had no idea where the needle should be inserted. Since he was wounded in his abdomen, how about inserting it there?

Brian despised Diana's reaction. He took off his trousers and sat on the sofa with his u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r on, waiting for Diana's acupuncture treatment. He uttered: "You are so girlish. You have been a physician specializing in men's health for years, haven't you seen any of your patients taking off their trousers?"

"I am frightened that some ugly thing might make me go blind," Diana thought. Squinting her eyes, she walked toward Brian with a needle in her hand. Diana turned her head away and held the needle on Brian's abdomen to find the right place to insert.

Seeing her behavior, Brian was suspicious and asked: "How can you find the right place if you aren't even looking?"

"Acupuncture is my area of expertise. You know nothing about it." Diana replied. She waved her hand randomly and inserted the needle.

"Ow..." Brian m.o.a.n.e.d. He didn't know in which acupuncture point it was inserted. He started to feel rather numb and limp.

"Do you feel the pain? Pain is a good sign. It shows that you are suffering from blood stasis. I will cure you," Diana made up this symptom. She took out the needle and then inserted it into him again.

"Hey!" Brian yelled. The shiny silver needle was headed for his manhood. How could a man bear that? Brian jumped and sat up on the sofa. He grasped Diana's wrist firmly.

"What are you doing?" Diana shrieked. As Brian pulled at her arm, she couldn't keep her feet and fell on Brian.

To avoid whole-body contact, Diana reached out her hands to support herself on Brian's body. But she forgot she was squatting beside his legs, and her hands were pressing down around Brian's groin!

What was that soft thing under her hand? It seemed alive and swelled to a hot and tough thing under her hand at once.

Both Diana and Brian fell into an awkward silence.

As they both watched, Brian's black u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r lifted like a small tent. That thing was becoming erect!

There was a deadly silence.

Diana swallowed her saliva and dared not make any reaction. She took back her hands and managed to smile at Brian: "Congratulations! You're erect..."

Brian was motionless. He was shocked.

Brian William, in his life, had had uncountable girlfriends and s.e.x partners. It was unfortunate to be shot in an ambush and become impotent, but it was unbearable that he would get hard because of a man. And that man was the same physician who had cured his unmentionable disease.

Had he become gay? Or was his manhood malfunctioning after the treatment?

Brian could not accept the fact that he got hard before the young doctor.

Instead, he started getting angry and yelling. He roared: "Daniel Anderson, I'm going to chop off your hands!"